But Abraham saed, ‘Ma sinn, dae ye mine tha time whan ye wur leevin on irth? You haed iveriethin an Lazarus haed naethin, an noo he's at peace an ye ir tormentit.
Then tha rich man saed, ‘Faither Abraham, wud ye no senn Lazarus tae ma faither's hoose tae warn ma five brithers, sae that the' dïnnae enn up here ïn torment laik masel?’
An oniebodie that pits thair belief ïn tha Sinn haes ayelastin life, but oniebodie that turns thair bak on tha Sinn winnae see life, but tha wrath o God hings ower hïm.